I was the new girl.
Three variations of your name.
Singular scrap of silverware, a talisman I claimed.
Spectator for a dancer.
Sad brown eyes.
4th of December.
A simple game of footy.
Longing for an heir named Jaxon.
Strawberry Blond, not Ginger, definitely not Ranga.
A childhood on a train.
Two families; two last names.
Both of them, yet, none of them yours.
Belonging nowhere and to no one.
Peter; an almost father and a middle name.
Boyish laughter.
Fight Song, take back my life song.
Uncouth phrases, the flip of a bird.
A broken knife etched into your chest.
Maybe you should love yourself.
Green thumb.
A six pack and sunflowers.
Midnights full of starlight and Pinot Gris.
Leading to flood gates in a room called ‘Enjoy’.
Humble Milk Crate.
A secret just for us.
Broken promises of a purpose together.
“What we have is more than this...”
Moments and memories.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith6 days ago in Humor
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